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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gary Baker
Gary Baker
Background Vocals
Greg Barnhill
Greg Barnhill
Background Vocals
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Jeff King
Jeff King
Acoustic Guitar
Mike Waldron
Mike Waldron
Acoustic Guitar
Jason Webb
Jason Webb
Keyboards
Blaire Masters
Blaire Masters
Keyboards
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Guitar
Tammy King
Tammy King
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Wainwright
Adam Wainwright
Songwriter
Gary Baker
Gary Baker
Songwriter
Greg Barnhill
Greg Barnhill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Baker
Gary Baker
Producer
Daniel Aguilar
Daniel Aguilar
Mixing Engineer
Chris Bethea
Chris Bethea
Mixing Engineer
The Nutthouse Sheffield AL
The Nutthouse Sheffield AL
Recording Engineer
in:ciite Studios Atmos Studio B
in:ciite Studios Atmos Studio B
Mixing Engineer
Micah Kandros
Micah Kandros
Photography

Lyrics

I guess there's a reason things happen like they do
There's a little boy in Georgia still waiting on the truth
Yeah the seasons they all came and went
While I waited on that front porch hoping I'd see you again
Maybe driving by to see all that you have missed
You should've seen first grade
Should've seen the first home run I made
You should've seen the way that my big brother
Stepped up to take your place
You could've been the hero
Instead I had to make it on my own
I can't help but think how proud you'd be today
If you would've stayed
Thank God and Mama for always being there
From keeping me from knowing that you probably didn't cared
I forgive you cause that's the way that I was raised
But there's a whole lonely I still carry to this day
When I'm looking back on all times we could've had
You'd loved the girl I married
And the babies that we made
I'm still trying to wrap my heart around
Why you walked away
Written by: Adam Wainwright, Gary Baker, Greg Barnhill
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